Sexually Bugged! Page #3

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Very well, then.

I'll be right there.

Sorry about that.

What were you saying?

The second reason,

and why at high noon?

Let's just say

dramatic things happen

when the clock

strikes 12:
00.

Oh, in the meantime,

this is my personal brand

of Spanish Fly.

Give him some of this

in his meal

before you come see me

tomorrow.

Thank you, Doc, but...

- But what?

- What if it doesn't work?

Oh, trust me, it will.

Thanks again, Doc. And could you tell

your lovely assistant goodbye for me?

She has quite the tongue.

And I look forward to seeing

your husband tomorrow.

I hate you.

I wish you would get fired.

Go away! You don't need

to work here anymore.

You ladies need

to calm yourselves down.

The clients can hear

your catfighting

- all the way up at the spa.

- I will not calm down,

not till this

Pocono Mountain slut

takes back what she said.

Slut? I'm not the one stealing

other people's customers

with offers of half-priced

happy endings.

For the last time, I didn't steal

any of your precious customers.

It was a prearranged

agreement.

You just didn't get the memo,

you stupid whore.

Oh, so now I'm a whore?

Maybe I'll take some of your overflow

the next time

things get too busy for you.

Now, now, there is

no need for that.

- What's going on, ladies?

- She thinks I stole one of her clients.

Oh, and where did you get

this defamatory notion, Mandy?

- From one of the staff.

- And who would that be?

- Sam.

- I'm sorry, who?

- Sam Conway.

- I thought so.

So you decided to take

a complete fabrication

and spread it without

consulting me or any of the staff?

I'll have you know

that you could have ruined

- this fine young lady's reputation.

- I'm sorry.

And I'll have you know

that it was as Lucy said.

I set everything up.

I'm using this

streetwalker fantasy

to free up some of

Mr. Saunders inhibitions,

much like you're doing

for Mr. Manicotti

- with your innocent schoolgirl technique.

- Told you.

And I'll also have you know

that you're both helping me

with a very important

experiment,

which, if it all goes

as planned,

which I know it will,

we'll all be able

to write our own ticket

on the publicity

gravy train.

Look, I said I apologized.

It won't happen again,

I swear.

Okay. Well, I expect

you girls to play nice.

Kayla, go clean

these girls up.

You heard her, girls.

Let's hit the showers.

Suck on this

Aah

Suck on this

Mmm, aah,

suck on this

Suck on this

Mmm, aah, suck on this

Aah, suck on this

Suck on this

Aah, suck on this

Mmm, aah, suck on this

Suck on this

Mmm, aah, suck on this

Aah, suck on this

Aah, yes

Suck on this

Aah, yeah

Mmm, aah, suck on this

Suck, suck, suck

Suck

Aah, suck on this

Suck on this

Mmm, aah, suck on this

Aah, suck on this

Suck on this

Uh, Professor,

are you busy?

Just working up

some new stimulants

for that lesbian couple

on the second floor. Why?

I wanted to talk to you about

the orderly that you hired, Conway.

Sam? What's he up to?

No good, I suppose.

Not only is he causing

unrest with the staff,

but Mrs. Burke said that he came

on really strong last time she was here.

- That's not good.

- No.

So, should I fire him?

Lay down a stern warning

but give him a second chance.

Make sure he knows

one more screw-up and he's out.

Done.

Do you happen to know

where he is right now?

Well, last time I saw him he was

mowing the lawn in the back.

Okay, thanks.

What are you doing

way out here, Doc?

- Turn off the motor.

- What?

We need to talk, Sam.

- What's up, Doc?

- Well, I hear from Mandy

that you're telling tall tales

about the patients again.

- Not me, Doc.

- Well, I'd appreciate it

if you'd keep your mouth closed

and your fly zipped.

Consider it locked

in the, uh, up position.

Hmm.

Well, you don't have

to overcompensate, honey.

I mean, we all have

to open up sometime.

Overcompensating how?

Now that's what I call

mowing the lawn.

Very enjoyable, Sam.

Oh, but I'd like

to keep this between us.

- Whatever you say, Doc.

- And remember what I said about spreading gossip.

Whatever you want, Doc.

Good.

Mark, is that you?

Who else are you expecting?

Nobody.

I'm in the kitchen.

I'll be right in.

- So?

- So we're in.

- When?

- Get this... high noon tomorrow.

- What?

- You heard me.

They want to see us

as soon as possible.

What else did he say?

Well, I didn't see

Dr. Jones,

just his associate,

Dr. Anderson,

and she claims that he was

called into a very important meeting.

- You think she's in on it?

- Hard to tell.

She seems to know her stuff.

She claims that she can

turn your repression around

with a quick jolt

of mind control.

Sounds fishy.

Fun, but fishy.

Possibly, but it's too early

to call her an accomplice just yet.

- You think they're out there?

- Someone is.

I'd bet my life on it.

They're watching, all right.

Well, we ought to

give 'em a good show.

Careful!

One more kiss like that

and you're gonna blow

our whole cover story.

Why?

What did you tell 'em?

Just that you're afraid

to get close to me.

That couldn't be farther

from the truth, Officer Reid.

Well, they don't need

to know that, and shouldn't.

We're just another

unhappy couple

in desperate need

of sensual healing.

Hmm, speaking of sensual...

something smells good.

That, Mr. FBI, is my

simmering spaghetti sauce.

Wow! A policewoman

who could actually cook?

Not only did I cook,

but I made sure they saw me

put the Spanish Fly they gave me

into one of your meatballs.

Really? Interesting.

They said it would help you

think of new ways to satisfy me.

Hon, I've been thinking of ways

how to satisfy you

since the first time

we partnered up.

Needless to say, I substituted

a vitamin C pill instead.

Are you sure?

If you're worried,

you can skip the entre

and go directly

to dessert.

I was planning on it.

- I meant the ice cream.

- Oh, yeah, right.

Here's to us.

To us nailing them.

Mark, have you ever heard

of a sexipede?

- A what?

- A sexipede.

Sounds like something I would be

watching on late night cable.

Don't be silly. It was written

right here on this memo.

I lifted it from

Dr. Anderson's desk.

I looked on the Internet,

nothing. Not one entry.

Maybe it's a code?

I think it's something

more than that.

Hmm.

- Yes?

- Well, they were talking in the kitchen for a while,

then they

pulled the curtains.

- Anything?

- All is normal and consistent with their story.

- Should I stay with them?

- Better to play it safe.

It all seems to track,

but we can't let our guard down.

Right.

All right, ladies,

line up.

It's weekly

lingerie inspection.

Mmm, nice.

All right, let's start

with you, Lucy.

Turn around for me, honey.

Oh, Lucy.

Beautiful backside, baby.

Let's see your front.

Mmm, love it up here.

Too much cloth down here.

I want to see more skin

next time.

All right.

Next up, Kayla.

Always gorgeous, baby.

Give me a small turn.

Slow. Ooh!

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